My woody was ragingalready. I opened my button fly jeans all the way and I was stroking itgently under the panties when her living room light came on...and sheappeared into my view. The same white housecoat, coffee and ironing board. I was so exposed. If only she would look up I thought as she looked up to see me. All she could see though from where she was wasmy upper torso behind the steering wheel. She would have to come to the window to see my panties. I was so ready to come. I wanted her. We can go there later in the week, sign and give them a cheque." Deal!" Do you really want to go for a drive?" Rachel asked at breakfast."Yes. Seeing Allison reminded me. We can get to the Blue Hills National Park easily. I've never seen the Red Hands. We'll just head for Penrith and then get a pamphlet or a map. I just read about the local history."[Prior to the arrival of the Europeans, the Penrith area was home to the Mulgoa tribe of the Darug people. They lived in makeshift huts called. Now we could get down to some serious business. We sat around just chatting and enjoying a glass of wine or beer, depending on taste, and watching another video, this time of 3 girls together; I knew that this would get the boys as horny as hell. I was also turned on watching ladies playing and eating each other. We watched this for about 20 minutes. I had eventually stripped down to just my thigh high stockings and heels, and sat there in the nude. I thought we had better get down to business. Then he waited patiently until the sun above aligned with the mountain hole and the statue. While somewhere above him pilgrims bathed in the light, a shadowy figure appeared next to the column. It had no real substance.It spoke to him with a hollow ghostly voice. “You come again, Saresii. Speak then, the Brotherhood awaits your reports.”“I was unsuccessful obtaining the Narth. He died in the attempt. No other Narth was near to receive and save the Hughavh.”“This is unfortunate, yet significant..